Story of Peterloo

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Men of England, heirs of Glory,<br>Heroes of unwritten story,<br>Nurslings of one mighty Mother,<br>Hopes of her, and one another;<br><br>Rise like Lions after slumber<br>In unvanquishable number,<br>Shake your chains to earth like dew<br>Which in sleep had fallen on you -<br>Ye are many - they are few.<br><br>Let a great Assembly be<br>Of the fearless and the free<br>On some spot of English ground<br>Where the plains stretch wide around.<br><br>Let the laws of your own land,<br>Good or ill, between ye stand<br>Hand to hand, and foot to foot,<br>Arbiters of the dispute,<br><br>The old laws of England - they<br>Whose reverend heads with age are gray,<br>Children of a wiser day;<br>And whose solemn voice must be<br>Thine own echo - Liberty!<br><br>- From Shelley's Mask of Anarchy, which was written to commemorate Peterloo.